







UndoneYouve undone me so quick and so cleanly. I can find
myself a forgotten pile on the road. Where the
rain fries the air and afternoon makes real love to the
day. Before she succumbs to the cold-fingered night.
Will he break her like you did?
And still no cars to take up the silence youve
put me in. And still no headlights find me in the
weeds where Ill stay. Im not leaving until the stars
come out to play. Im not leaving until the pain
gravitates away. If I lay up-side-down long enough.
Will you turn right-side-up?
I dont plan to get my fingers caught when
I close the window. There is no right in













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